Amosta turned to look at Fleur, who had changed into the white silk gown she had just seen.

The gown seems to be tailor-made for Fleur, the exquisite craftsmanship depicts the silhouette of the gown perfectly to the curves of Fleur's proud body, the sexy collarbone exposed to the air and the hem of the gown are inlaid with diamonds, and the row of tassels falling from the half-sleeves exudes white fluorescence, and the delicate white gauze above the bandeau blocks the slightly exposed furrows, and this wonderful design not only does not drag down the beauty, but interprets the temptation more thoroughly.

The seventeen-year-old girl is like a blooming flower, and she stands there like the center of the world.

Even Gabrielle, who gets along with Fleur day and night, was stunned by Fleur's beauty at this moment, and the shopkeeper, who was over forty years old, looked at Fleur with envious eyes.

However, Fleur frowned slightly, staring at the unsightly tracksuit behind Amosta,

"You want us to show up in those ugly clothes in front of the magical interface of all over Europe?"

"I think it's pretty good--"

Amosta's expression was calm, as if he hadn't noticed Fleur, who was very different from just now, and he said in a calm tone,

"In order to better present the effect of the game to the audience, and similarly, for your own safety, the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament need to dress uniformly in the participating events, don't you know, this is the rules of the competition--"

"Impossible!"

Fleur said decisively,

"I can memorize every rule of the game, and there has never been a requirement for a warrior's attire."

"That was before, and it's been since this year." Amosta said nonchalantly, he could see that Fleur wanted to refute, so he continued,

"I'll add this to the rules of the Warrior Code of Conduct in the safety plan when I go back, and Warriors who don't follow the rules will be deducted points even if they complete the project perfectly."

Fleur's chest rose and fell violently in anger, she had never seen anyone say the matter of 'using power for personal gain' so frankly and high-sounding.

Then, Amosta beckoned to the boss,

"I'd like to make four of these costumes for the Champions of the Tournament, well, I'll tell you to come to Hogwarts to measure the Warriors, how long will it take, and how much will it cost?"

"It will only take two days, Mr. Bryan!"

The shopkeeper trembled with excitement, she had already heard what Mr. Brian's custom-made clothes were for, and it was a perfect time for her to advertise.

"As for the cost. Not a single Nat, Mr. Blaine, if you can allow me-"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I can't grant your request—"

Amosta had already met the shopkeeper's request, and he shook his head,

"There's no way I'm going to allow you to advertise on your suit, if you want to advertise, go negotiate with the elves."

"I've inquired!" The shopkeeper muttered angrily,

"Those black-hearted goblins are paying for an entire fire dragon well, Mr. Bryan, I can give you a discount. Considering that each warrior needs to go through three projects, I think it would be reasonable for you to order twelve sets, and you only need to pay me one hundred and fifty gold galleons to pay me--"

Amosta didn't expect the boss to be a meticulous person, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the boss appreciatively,

"Well, as you say, when you come to Hogwarts to measure the warriors, I'll ask Argus to settle the bill for you—"

"You're really going to make us compete in those ugly clothes!"

Fleur's eyes widened and she exclaimed incredulously,

"No, you can't do that!"

"Of course I can, Miss Delacour—"

Amosta twisted his neck, and his neck made a series of crackling sounds, and then, rubbing his eyebrows, he said a little tiredly,

"Are you going to buy this dress?"

Fleur was so annoyed by Amosta's sudden plan that she even forgot to show off the dress she fancied.

"What. Oh, the dress! ”、

Fleur took a few deep breaths and decided to put this matter aside for the time being without affecting her good mood,

"What do you think?"

Fleur's handsome face returned to her smile, and she opened her hand and spun in a circle, showing herself to Amosta generously,

"I've got a dress for the Yule Ball, but I think this one is going to be even better, what do you think, if you like it."

"Not bad."

Amosta said succinctly.

Fleur's face was full of anticipation, waiting for Amosta to give more comments, however, as if Amosta had said everything, he casually turned to look out the window, and when he noticed that it was already drizzling outside, he muttered dissatisfiedly.

Fleur stayed there as if she had been under a petrification spell, her cheeks turning red and her wheezing beeping rapid, while Gabrielle, who witnessed the scene, covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

"Don't do it!"

Suddenly, Fleur screamed frantically and rushed into the changing room in a huff.

After a small episode at the Wizard Costume Store in the Grace brand, Fleur's interest in shopping was greatly reduced, and she hurried back with a sulk, even ignoring Gabrielle's whispered reassurances, so of course she didn't notice the slightly apologetic but resolute look in Amosta's eyes when she looked at her back.

Sneeze –

Fleur was going to go back to the school carriage, but as the wind and rain began to grow, Gabrielle, who was trying to follow her, suddenly sneezed, and then she realized that Gabrielle's bangs had been wet by the rain, and her thin body was slightly swaying because of the cold wind soaked in the cold.

Gabrielle looked at her sister, and her pitiful eyes immediately touched the softness in Fleur's heart,

"Okay--"

Fleur put her arm around Gabrielle's shoulders and looked at the shops on both sides.

"We can find a place to hide from the rain and have a bite to eat—"

Realizing that it was lunchtime, Fleur said, and it didn't take much for her to find the three-broom bar, where many figures could be seen faintly through the foggy shop window.

Fleur pulled Gabrielle cautiously through the slippery floor, and Amosta glanced at the bar through the window, however, his brow furrowed slightly, and his steps were a little faster.

Touching Gabrielle's cold arm, Fleur's heart was even more worried, she neatly opened the door covered with a layer of mist, pulled Gabrielle to go in to warm up, and then, at the moment when she opened the door and stepped in, a black shadow was rushing out of it at a rapid speed, this reckless guy didn't look at the road at all, Fleur was still in a hurry, and felt a hard part hit her nose, and-

"Oh!"

The dizzying pain caused Fleur to cry out in pain, and a powerful force upset her balance, causing her to tumble uncontrollably backwards, and she thought she was going to fall to the ground, but she was caught off guard and crashed into a solid bosom!

Amosta blocked Fleur who fell backwards, and grabbed Gabrielle, who was also stumbling to fall, with his hand, he held the two sisters steady, and then turned his head sideways and tilted his head to look at Fleur's nose, which was obviously not normal, and then, sighed heavily,

"Potter, and Granger."

Looking at Harry, who was holding his forehead and looking stunned, and Hermione, who hurried over, who was also frightened,

"It's not an open house in Hogsmeade, is it, how did you get here?"

(End of chapter)